Clara's POV
It has been two days since I talked to pan, or Atleast saw him, or anyone actually...I haven't left my room. It has been the same since two days ago when I had that argument. I have done nothing but lay on me bed and Ofcourse freshen up.The rest I would just sit on my bed looking at the four walls, or laying looking at the ceiling, or eating almonds that I had kept in my drawer. I didn't even bother cleaning the mess I caused when I was searching for something the other day. I haven't talked since two days, not even to myself. Why should I? I feel like it won't be anything but trouble, to me and to everyone.
"Clara please"
It's Pan...again. He has been knocking on the door and the window for the past days none-stop and Ofcourse I haven't been answering him and definitely not letting him in. I don't want to. I don't want to forget. Blue said the argument with Peter will open my eyes to future arguments and heck yeah I definitely need my eyes opened.
"Clara just open the door"
Atleast now he isn't shouting or demanding for me to open the door. I think he has been sitting outside my room door, not moving, for the past days. He would always call out for me; even sometimes I would wake up from his calls. I think he realizes how he really messed everything up this time.
I am breaking. Sometimes I would stand up ready to open the door and forgive him but then again I would remember what he said and all my feelings of sympathy would go away.
Every once in a while I would sit straight up and watch the dust. It still has its magic, thank god, but I can tell its fading. Its brightness is getting less by the minute. God where is blue? I am going to need more dust soon.
"Clara, it's been days for you but years for me please open up"
I can tell he is losing hope; his voice is getting calmer by each word he releases.
"Clara"
......
"please talk to me"
Wait...did he just say talk to me? For the past days all he has been saying is 'open the door' but now all he wants is to hear my voice?
"Say something, for worse I know something has happened to you"
Is he...worried? I do, I do want him to feel guilty but not worried. Should I talk to him? I cant, he will think I forgave him. But it's still kinda mean though, to make him worry.
"I am alive" I managed to let out slowly. Oh my god my voice! It's so cracky. Probably from all the screaming I let out a couple of days ago.
"Clara?" Pan let out. I can tell he's feeling optimistic now. "Clara, oh my god Clara are you okay?" He said. I began rising off the bed slowly to sit straight up. I moved my hand through my hair and I sighed. "Clara please open the door, Clara please, please, please open up" he began knocking on the door. Again with the knocking, god I am so sick of that sound. The only way to stop hearing it is if I slept, Atleast that way I won't be bored in my dreams, if they're good.
"Clara"
I could already feel myself drifting away. Peter's sound became less vivid and my eyelids felt heavy.
"Cla...." And with that, I am unconscious.
----------Evening---------
*knock knock*
"Hmm?" I let out as I opened my eyes from the deep sleep I had.
*knock knock*
*sigh* it must be Peter. I sat straight up and cleared my throat. *ehm ehm* my throat hurts. I think I am getting sick.
*knock knock*
I am not going to answer him this time. Why can't he understand that I just want to be alone?
*knock knock* "it's Ronnie"
Ronnie? Wait RONNIE? What's he doing here?
"I brought food" he said
You would think I would feel hungry by now but actually no, my appetite is failing me. Although I am pretty thirsty.
*knock knock knock* "I have chicken, and fruits, and -"
I slowly stood up and walked closer to the window.
"I also have some bread, rice-"
I opened the window slowly, just enough to peek out. I noticed it was evening, the sky was grey. It's obvious the sun has just set.
"And I also have strawberries, blueberries, oh and an apple"
Man, Ronnie brought a lot of food. I am still not going to open though; it's probably just a trick. I bet pan is with him right now.
*knock* "Clara please open, I want to see you"
God now my heart is actually breaking. I walked up to the door and I put my hand on the door knob. Should I open it? Should I leave it closed? I just stayed there standing with my hand on the knob but right in time, I removed it. I am not going to open this door.
"I am all alone, I swear, pan is with Felix outside"
Okay that does it. I quickly opened the door to reveal Ronnie holding a tray of food. I looked at him with my eyes wide open and my mouth forming a gap. "Ronnie!"
"I brought you food" he said
"Yeah I-I heard you back there" I laughed
"Here" he said extending the tray
"Thank you" I said as I took it from him. I walked back into my room to put the tray on the table then I walked back to Ronnie.
"Quick go inside" Ronnie whispered
"What?" I asked confused
"Pan's coming. Go inside". I quickly closed the door and began breathing heavily. I noticed the door moved the fairy dust away causing it to scatter around so I quickly sat on the floor and gathered it to make that straight line infront of the door again. Done.
"Were you just talking to Clara?" Pan. I heard him yell across the hall. I sat still on the floor facing the wooden door.
"No-no I wasn't" Ronnie said
"WERE YOU TALKING TO CLARA?" Pan suddenly screamed harder making me jump. I can feel an argument coming along.
"No, I wasn't pan" Ronnie said
"DONT LIE TO ME" pan yelled harder. Ronnie kept on telling him he didn't but pan only yelled harder. By now tears were forming in my eyes, I was scared for Ronnie. I can imagine the situation right now. Poor Ronnie looking up at Pan's pitch black demon eyes.
"DONT LIE!" *BAM*
I quickly gasped for air but in the right time I covered my mouth so Pan wouldn't hear my heavy breathing. I was shocked. He just hit him, he just hit Ronnie. How could he do that? He's just a kid. Oh my god Ronnie. I lowered my head and I began to whimper at the same time I heard Ronnie cry.
"Get away from my face" pan said and I heard Ronnie's footsteps fade faster and faster.
*knock knock*
I took a short gasp of air and I looked at the wooden door stunned. How dare he ask to see me after hitting Ronnie?
"Clara?" Pan said. I quickly got off the ground and took the tray of food. I sat on my bed with the tray on my lab and I began eating the strawberries quietly, ignoring pan.
---------Next Morning--------
Third POV:
The sun has just fully risen and problems started occurring. Neverland's weather was warm; the camp was warm, except one particular place on Neverland, Clara's room. Not her treehouse, her room. It was windy, too windy. A storm was basically forming in her room.
Clara's hair was flying like crazy and her pajama shirt was basically above her belly button from the wind. Clara's blankets flew off her bed to the floor. The wooden chairs were moving like crazy eventually falling to the ground and breaking. The glass frames and vases all fell of the table to the ground, breaking. Clara fluttered her eyes opened, and as her eyes laid on the mess in her room, she quickly gasped for air and sat straight up. Her hair was by now standing still, upside down, and her blinking quickened because the wind was drying her eyes. She quickly flinched and covered both her ears with her hands. The wind was making a whistling sound that pierced her ears so hard that they could bleed. "WHATS HAPPENING?" Clara yelled to herself. She looked over and noticed the fairy dust infront of the window and the door were still in place, not moving around from the wind, how's that's possible? Also before, the dust was a mixture of colors but now the dust is only a glowing gold. That's it!! It's the dust; it must be losing its magic.
Clara's POV:
*Knock knock* "CLARA WHATS GOING ON?" Pan yelled knocking on the door. I quickly gasped, oh no. I quickly got of the bed and stood in the middle of the room. "BLUE!!" I screamed. "BLUE FAIRY" where is she? I need her, I need the dust. "BLUEEEE" I screamed till my face turned red.
"I am here"
I turned around to find the blue fairy flying in mid-air.
"It's wearing....it's wearing off" I said panicking.
"I know" blue said
"What do I do? I need more dust"
"I don't have any" she said
"WHAT?!"
"I am afraid one of our fairies stole the dust"
"What do I do then?" I screamed worried
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*. I turned around to find the door being shaken. Now Peter isn't knocking, he is slamming the door open. .
"Help me!" I screamed as I turned around to face the blue fairy. Tears began forming in my eyes. I don't want to see Peter, I don't want to!
"I am afraid it's too late" blue sighed.
"AHHHHH" I screamed as I covered my ears and bent down. A ringing sound out of nowhere began piercing my ears. "WHAT WAS THAT?" I screamed asking blue, who apparently isn't affected by the ringing.
"The dust, it's no longer magical" blue said. I looked over at the dust and it wasn't glowing anymore, it was just...sand
"WHAT DO I DO?" I screamed.
*BAM BAM BAM BAM* "CLARAA" I turned around to find the door already cracked from the sides. I turned around to look at blue with tears in my eyes.
"Help me, what do I do?" I begged
"There's only one thing you can do"
"What is it?"
"Don't forget" and with that blue was gone.
Fight it
These words echoed in the room.
*BAAAM*
I quickly turned around to find the wooden door to my room open, completely open.